"Tabitha Catt," she heard his even tones saying, "get down from there."
She slid to the ground beside him.
"Come with me."
She turned and followed him, not down the hill to the cottage as she had expected, but back towards town. The day was warm, but she was shivering violently, and even her teeth chattered until it seemed as if the silent man at her side could not fail to hear them.
"What have you told these people your name was?" the same even tones demanded.
"Theodora Marcella Gabrielle Julianna Victoria Emeline. I never told anyone but Carrie and Miss Brooks."
A glimmer of a smile played around the man's stern mouth, hidden by his moustache.
"And Tom's? What name did you give Tom?"
"Dionysius Ulysses Humphrey Llewelyn."
"Hm, not as long as yours."